This poem is a reflection on nuclear war, white supremacy and absurdism's relationship to religion.
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an original poem by Joshua Brown
Test. Test. Beheld by the West.
Unsure of themselves in display.
But gut they held and dramatized.
An internalized sense of shame.
And it just gets more absurd
As I watch that internalized pain
Men and women and shmen run
The West into a schizo fairyland.
Cough. Cough. These imaginative
Creations of humanity borne well
Into the simulation built on food.
A portal of reality gaped by will.
Ew. That's gross. As if humble,
Pretenses made by those who
Crafted the intense desire maso
In the child who now wears crown
Is there some distinction made of
Pleasuring self and God Himself?
Is not God Himself just self-pleasure
In this absurd world of procreation?
And is not the imperative to sanitize
Just part of the self pleasure of lies
To children as if they will not find
That brokenness and sin is sin itself?
Pray for me, seek self pleasure in
My existence nearby and around you
Else I should find no self pleasure
In your existence around myself.
Can I just fucking abstract it out
Into some religious verbiage mystery?
Why do I feel compulsion to unveil
That holiness of the sexual imperative?
Boom. The rockets explode overhead
Smashed by my own creative design
To protect the ideas and words used
In pursuit of this soul archeology dig.
Shielded against that immune rage,
Sweet beulah against domestic terr.
But suddenly I see that laser dot
Turned against my own sin pleasure.
For time horizons stretch in space
And how could i know that inverse
Would cause me to regret that fun
Established for a lifetime, but not
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
How could I fucking short my stocks?
How could I raze my own civilization?
Bring down that merry band of old
And play a jig or two while I dance.
Then she struck a match and cast it
Into the pit prepared as a kingdom
With jovial patriotic measures set
To defend all of us from annihilation
And bright that match flashed fast
So that even our shadows stayed
And our annihilation was writ
On the walls of that king's abode
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📅 Written August 21, 2023
📍 Written in Aurora, Colorado near the West Toll Gate Creek
Thanks for reading. A mixture of ideas around white supremacy, absurdism and nuclear war all make their way into my poem. It's a beautiful cacophony of wild nature combing in a comforting yet frightening drama.
I really hope you check out some of my other poems, they are just as powerful.
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